Alonso's POV
Her scent is intoxicating. Her heat is at her peak stage now, probably. But in a way I am glad that we are not in any werewolf territory. Or I would be fighting with raging he-wolves ready to lay their hands on her.
Edna attempts to stand up but I shove her down and make her sit in the bath. I hear the sound of her teeth clattering for the cold but I have no other option.
I cannot let my self control slip at any cost. I cannot do that to Venus. I will not do that to Venus. No matter how hard the situation is.
"Alonso, this is not what I want," Edna says as she attempts to stand up again but I put my hand firmly on her shoulder and make her sit in the bath tub again.
I know what she is craving at the moment but I am afraid I cannot give that to her. Not in my right senses. The scent is intoxicating and my skin feels different when I am touching her. And not in a good way. My inner soul is screaming at me that I should pull my hand away but Edna needs help. Or she might
